EVERY YEAR, I'M OUT WITH THE FLU. DRESSING UP BOTHERS THE SHIT OUT OF ME, AND I FEEL LIKE A QUEER RUNNING AROUND IN A STUPID POLO SHIRT GREETING EVERYBODY. FOOTBALL IS THE ONLY GODDAMN THING ON TV, AND IT'S USUALLY GARBAGE TEAMS ANYWAY. IT'S ALWAYS -blam!-ING CROWDED EVERYWHERE I TURN, AND THE RELATIVES WILL NOT GO THE HELL AWAY. THE ONLY GODDAMN POINT TO THANKSGIVING IS TO STUFF YOURSELF WITH TURKEY (WHICH IS TERRIBLE ANYWAY) AND TO BE SOCIALLY AWKWARD. I'M THANKFUL THAT I'M IN BED WITH A FOOKIN' FEVER OF 107, BETTER THAN ANYTHING ELSE I COULD'VE LOOKED FORWARD TO.
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but ham
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That really rustled my jimmies
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At least you have relatives to be with.
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But...stuffing.
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WHY ARE WE YELLING?!
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Calm your tits.
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Christmas FTW
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Enjoy the brain damage you'll suffer from that fever.
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CAPS LOCK IS CRUISE CONTROL FOR COOL
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[quote]fever of 107[/quote] >Doesn't like Turkey Yep, your brain is dying.
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Just announce that you are gay at the table. Then watch the situation crumble.